01x07 - The Terror

[bunniefuu]

[Alba] As the years passed
without my grandmother,

I held on to the secret fantasy
that she'd come visit me.

But when I turned 18,

I felt it was time to finally leave behind
my childhood

and all of its ghosts.

[upbeat Spanish music playing]

My mom had gotten used to living
with the limitations of being married

without the husband,

but she still believed
in loving only one man.

However, the weight of all her fears was
heavier than her desire for independence.

Alba!

-Alba!
-Right here, Mom.

Oh, my goodness! Happy birthday.

Thank you! [chuckles]

I wanted to give you this before you left.

It was your grandma's.

It's been 12 years.

She'll always be with you, Alba.

Let's see.

Thank you.

She would also be very proud of you.

The first woman in our family
to go to college.

-Wait, birthday girl!
-[Blanca] There.

[Jaime] A gift of basic reading material
for a philosophy student.

Thank you, Uncle!

[Blanca] Let me see.

I know you're going to enjoy the reading.

[Alba] My Uncle Jamie decided to stay in
the big house on the corner to be near us.

He kept working at the public hospital,

and the relationship with his father
never got better.

-What are your plans today?
-I'll go out with my friends.

Oh, no. There he is.

Alba! Happy birthday.

Thank you, Grandpa.

[scoffs]

Hello, sir.

-Good morning, Javier.
-Good day, sir.

Are you still angry with your own son?

That young man changed his last name.

Technically, he's not my son.

-But I use your last name.
-And that's ridiculous.

Your last name is French,
and you should be using it.

And no one knows how to say it.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!
I'm late. Get in. Come on.

Don't worry about it.
I'll go by myself.

But I want to take you.

Those friends of yours,
they're messing with your head.

Be very careful.

The university is infested
with leftists, do you hear me?

[mimics choking] I've caught
the communist plague,

and it's contagious.
Don't get closer.

Ah!

[Esteban] Please take care.

All right, then.

-Careful!
-Yes!

[Alba] At the university,
politics were unavoidable.

Most of the students supported
the working class struggle,

especially that year
during the presidential elections,

when, for the first time,
the united people felt a sense of hope.

And I wanted to be part of that change.

[indistinct chatter]

Today, you don't have class, miss.

If you don't want to stay
for the occupation, you should leave now.

I am here for the occupation.

Do you know why we're
occupying the university?

We need people who are truly
committed to the cause.

Yes, of course I know why, miss.

I'm staying, comrade.

[Spanish music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[man 1] There's no justice
without solidarity either.

We students can't sit
on the sidelines.

Today, we're all workers and farmers.

I need all of you focused.

The violence of the system must be met
with the violence of the revolution.

-[man 2] Let's do our part, comrade!
-This is our moment, comrades.

The right wing will keep
holding this country back.

If you heard Senator Trueba today…

then you know what I mean.

Old fossils like him
are applying this to politics.

I'm sorry.

Uh…

I… didn't mean to interrupt
your eloquent speech.

Well, I'm glad you thought
it was eloquent.

Although I don't agree
with all the things you're saying.

With violence, we all lose.

Everyone knows their role.

[man 3] Whatever, man,
we gotta do it.

[man 1] The police are cutting
the power in a few hours.

And we need to be ready.

Hey!

Miguel Espinosa.

A pleasure.

Miguel Espinosa.

Do you wanna tell me your name?

Are you always this surly?

Alba…

de Satigny.

[Alba] I think that was the only time
I ever used the last name

that was on my birth certificate.

And what are you doing, swimming with us?

With the plebs and the proletariat.

Are lawyers proletarian, Espinosa?

How'd you find out?

It wasn't difficult to figure out.

I've never seen you around.

Are you a first year?

Philosophy. And you?

Fourth year.

Are you here for the protest?

-[woman] Hey, Miguel!
-Yeah?

Come to the door. We need you over there.

Sure.

Well, I hope you are…

Alba de Satigny.

[people singing] ♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

♪ We're far more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ Many more ♪

♪ We're far more ♪

[Alba] Very quickly, Miguel became
the soul of the occupation.

He was a natural leader.

He had an unstoppable passion.

He was driven by justice,
and that captivated me.

[people shouting] The power of the people!

Justice for the people!

Peace, love, food and respect!

You feel it!

You feel it!

The power of the people!

[Alba] Those were unforgettable days.

Singing Pedro Garcia's anthems

and filling our heads
with dreams of heroism.

But it didn't last long.

-[sirens wailing]
-[tires screeching]

[students shouting indistinctly]

-All right, kids, clear out peacefully.
-[Miguel] We're not going anywhere.

They shut off our lights and our water.

We demand that the government
listens to us and takes action right now.

[officer] If you don't leave,
we'll have to go in and remove you.

The chancellor himself is asking us
to step in with our security forces.

[Miguel] You can't set foot
on university grounds!

[officer] Look who's here.

What a surprise.

[Alba] I had managed to block
that man from my memory

until that moment.

What would your grandfather,
Senator Trueba, say if he saw you here?

[Alba] I envisioned the Garcia as a beast
from a recurring nightmare.

Lurking in the shadows,
ready to pounce on me at any moment.

Without realizing it was a premonition.

[theme music playing]

[instrumental music playing]

[man singing] ♪ You feel it!
You feel it! ♪

♪ The power of the people! ♪

♪ Justice for the people ♪

♪ Peace, love, food and respect ♪

♪ For food and full lives ♪

♪ A good job and justice ♪

♪ For food and full lives ♪

♪ A good job and justice ♪

♪ For food and full-- ♪

To what do I owe the pleasure?

♪ …good job ♪

Mmm.

-What a nice surprise, huh?
-[chuckles]

There were some admirers
of yours down there.

-They're still here?
-[both laugh]

Have they been there long?

Mmm. One of them called me ma'am.

-But she's right.
-It's not funny at all.

Hey.

What's up, huh?

Are you all right?

I…

today…

Today, uh…

I was thinking that,

well, Alba's an adult now,
and I feel like it's time.

I want us to live together in a house,

like average families do,

like regular folks, a normal home.

Come on, don't start
with that again, please.

Hey, Acevedo is gonna win the election.

-I'll be in his cabinet.
-You?

I'll be working in the government.

-I don't see you doing that.
-No, this time he'll win.

I'm sure of it. I made my decision.

I'm being serious.

How many times have we discussed this?

I'm not okay with continuing
to hide from your dad.

[sighs wearily]

My dad would never allow us
to live together.

I want Alba to know she's my daughter.

We were doing so well.

-Why do you have to bring this up?
-We're through if you don't tell her.

Don't make empty threats, Pedro,
because you always come back sorry.

I'm begging you.

Tell her, Blanca.

-Tell her.
-No, Pedro.

Why not?

Tell me what are you so afraid of?

When you get over this little fit,
we can talk like adults.

I won't get over it.

[sighs] Pedro.

[door closes]

[upbeat music playing]

[Alba] Mom.

Mom!

-Mom?
-Yes!

Over here.

What's wrong? You don't wanna vote?

Maybe you don't want me to vote.

Your grandpa,
during one of his campaigns,

gave me a pre-marked ballot
to drop into the box.

His stubborn son threw it out,
voted for the left.

You've heard this story?

Many times.

Well,

you can't choose your father,
but you can choose your president.

What if you have no father to speak of?

Then you're stuck putting up
with your grandpa and your uncle.

And your mother.

I won't vote for the conservatives today.

One more vote for Acevedo.

All I said is, I'm not voting
for the conservatives.

Are you ready to cast your vote
and change history?

-Ready?
-Like Mom would say, same ones always win.

No, no. Acevedo will win this time.

The universe told me so,
as Mom would say.

Mr. Trueba.

In 20 minutes, the national network
will be interviewing you.

Ah, very good. How many bottles
of champagne do we have for today?

Fifty, sir.

I want a hundred.

-That many?
-Yes.

Don't you think that's a lot?

I'm surprised at your lack
of confidence, Commander.

Good.

There's a report from intelligence
saying that

it's a much closer race than we thought.

Since when does the military
do inquiries like that?

Don't bring me that nonsense.

One hundred bottles, not one less.

-Yes, sir.
-[crashes]

I'm sorry.

Hey! We do things right around here!

Move faster, damn it!

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Alba] Regardless of social class,
age or gender,

voter turnout was higher than expected.

Have you seen Pedro?

No, not in a while.

But I don't care.

He's tied up
trying to serve in the cabinet, you know.

[Alba] Just like in my great grandmother
Nivea's sweetest dreams,

the women's vote was crucial
in electing the next president.

[upbeat music playing]

Thank you.

Thanks.

{\an8}[crowd chanting] We won! We won!
Acevedo's day has come! We won!

We won! We won!
Acevedo's day has come! We won!

[Alba] Just as my uncle had predicted,
the perennial socialist candidate,

backed by the rest
of the left wing parties,

won the election.

This victory belongs
to the hardworking men of the nation

and to the selfless women
that nurture our great land.

This victory belongs to the people.

-[audience applauding on TV]
-Bravo!

Turn the TV off.

Such ungrateful people.

This is bullshit.

No, no, it's all right.

Wait. Listen, it's all right.

Just serve the champagne.

I'm not going to allow these Marxists
to ruin our celebration.

We can dwell on it.

We can start pointing fingers.

We can punish them,
punish the ones who abandoned us,

but that's not where I'm at.

And now it is time for patriots
to rise up for your country

and put everything on the line!

You better be prepared
to do whatever needs to be done.

Here's to the League
of Patriots against Marxism.

Cheers.

[all] Cheers.

It was the people's vote
that decided to put an end

to the imperialist yoke
and to dismantle all privilege,

to carry out the long
overdue agrarian reform,

-And to--
-Excuse me, ma'am. We're just--

No, no, please, it's fine.

[reporter on TV] But Mr. President,
Mr. President,

any hints about your cabinet?

I don't want to give too much away, but…

beside me I see someone
who truly represents

the spirit of the new leadership.

Mr. Pedro Garcia!

[crowd chanting indistinctly and cheering]

[Alba laughs]

[Miguel] Acevedo's president!

Acevedo's president!

[chanting continues indistinctly]

Are you still mad about my grandpa?

I don't care about your grandpa.

[intense music playing]

♪ For food and full lives ♪

♪ A good job and justice ♪

So this is where Trueba lives.

-How appropriate.
-[shushes]

One day, someone's
gonna k*ll your grandpa.

-Take out one of his eyes.
-They'd have to k*ll me first.

Fine. Let him die of old age.

-[shushes]
-Hey!

-Wh-- What is it?
-Not here. My mom's there.

[door opens]

[Miguel] Oh, my God, Alba.

How long since anyone cleaned this house?

[chuckles] No one ever comes in here.

This is where my grandma
spoke with spirits.

Was she a witch?

Actually, yes.

This keeps getting more interesting.

Come.

[lively instrumental music playing]

Mm, mm. Not here.

Come on.

[laughs]

Imagine this place crowded with artists,

all kinds of eccentrics
and outcasts,

entire families occasionally.

My grandma welcomed anyone
who was searching for spirituality

or a community to belong to.

-Hey!
-[laughs]

Sounds like a circus.

Hey, don't say that.

Come.

[both panting]

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

-[man] I'm looking for Jaime del Valle.
-Who's this?

-The president wants to speak with you.
-President?

-Yes.
-What president?

Nicanor Acevedo.

-Uh…
-[Acevedo] Hello, Don Jaime.

-How are you?
-[clears throat]

Mr. President, a pleasure.

To what do I owe the honor?

Please, let's put the formalities
to the side, my friend.

Look, I've been told that you have
a very strong background in public health.

I'm putting together a working committee.

Uh, of course, I'm at your disposal.
You can count on me, Mr. President.

But do you know why else I want you
to come to my office?

I've been told that
besides being a very good physician,

you also play chess at the highest level,

and I definitely can't tolerate that.

I am, in fact, the best doctor
chess player in this country.

So as of now, count yourself challenged.

-[upbeat music playing]
-At your convenience, Mr. President.

[Alba] The new government launched
an ambitious process of social,

economic and political reforms
that made us feel invincible.

But the opposition wasn't waiting idly by.

The economic power of the right
quickly mobilized all its resources

to create shortages,

fuel speculation and drive up prices.

The place is full
of speculators, comrades.

-We're not gonna accept that!
-[indistinct shouting]

-[all cheering]
-Come on!

[upbeat latin music continues]

[Alba] Miguel and I surrendered
to two great romances…

our own, and the people's…

with their dreams
that finally seem to be coming true.

While we were growing closer and closer,

the country was splitting
into two irreconcilable sides,

and that divide started spreading
through every family, including mine.

Good morning.

[operatic music playing]

Take it away. I'm not hungry, Alba.

[music stops]

What happened to that poor phone?

Sounded strange. I tried to fix it, but…

they just don't make things
like they used to.

It's not your loss, Grandpa.

It's not personal.

It's what this place needs.

What does this country need?

For everyone to move
their money internationally?

For the value of property
to hit rock bottom?

That is caused by those who fear
transformation,

but progress is inevitable.

What about mothers
who can't provide food for their children?

That is sedition.

Do you want to fight?

[scoffs]

You remind me of your grandma.

But she wouldn't talk to you at all.

[both chuckle]

-The president can't govern alone.
-[sighs]

He needs parliament
to rise to the occasion.

Are you willing to?

You can't always say no!

I don't know where I went wrong
with my family.

I'm in a public hospital that's
falling apart, and you with a bunch of--

Yeah, yeah, Grandpa. All right.

Put this one here.

[Raquel exhales]

Come in, please. Thanks.

All right.

So, ma'am,
how long do you expect this food to last?

We don't know how long this madness
is going to continue.

Of course.

Here. Take it, please.

Take this for your family. Here.

-And this.
-It's okay!

No, don't worry. Thanks.

Thank you so much.

You have no idea how much this will help.

And maybe a couple of these.

You can thank the black market

and the senator,
since he's the one paying.

Well, I'm going to finish up a few things.

Tell the rest of the staff
to come get some, too.

What's that?

Your mother.

[Alba] My mother was a mystery to me.

It was like she lived
entirely in her own world.

And that year, I felt us
drifting even further apart.

[clock chiming]

[mystical music playing]

[Esteban] Respect for private property
is a constitutional right.

The Conservative Party demands
that the president be put on trial.

[Raquel] Excuse me, Senator.

A visitor.

[Esteban] Miss,
I need to end this call now.

I ask you to please publish this
without any personal spin.

Good afternoon.

Luisa Mora.

[slow instrumental music playing]

I need to speak urgently with Alba.

I have a message Clara sent.

Clara?

It's very important.

Raquel, go find Alba.

I've come bearing grim tidings.

No, Luisa.

Things have been grim
since the left won.

Terrible times are almost upon us.

So many will die,
they won't even be able to count them all.

Please look at me, Senator.

Yes.

I can see you'll stand
on the side of the winners,

but that victory will bring you nothing
but suffering and loneliness.

Luisa.

How lovely. Come here.

Sweet girl.

Your eyes.

They have managed to retain
that same brightness I remembered.

Come here. Mmm!

I beg you to take care of yourself, birdy.

Death is breathing
down your neck, sweetie.

Your grandmother Clara watches over you
from the grave beyond,

but even protective spirits

are powerless against major cataclysms.

Clara believes that
Alba needs to travel soon

to somewhere across the sea.

-It's the only place where she'll be safe.
-Enough.

Stop terrifying Alba.

It's the times
that are terrifying, Senator.

I beg you to please
get out of my house, Luisa.

Don't worry.

I won't keep you any longer.

-No, no please stay.
-It's all right.

Don't worry, birdy.

It doesn't matter.

I'm just asking you to please
consider what I'm saying.

Uh-huh?

Fly far away.

[Alba] More than once, I asked myself
what would have happened

if I had listened
to Luisa Mora's warning.

But at that time,
I couldn't ignore everything

that was happening in the country.

[anchor on TV] Next up,
we have your favorite section.

This is the news from the people.

It's been over two years
since President Acevedo took power,

and the country is faced
with new sources of conflict.

The truckers union has begun an indefinite
strike due to the fuel shortage,

while upper class women are protesting
over the general supplied shortages.

Despite this, the government
highlights the progress they've made,

such as a housing plan that's under way,

rising employment figures
and an agrarian reform

{\an8} that aims to expropriate more than 50,000
acres over the next three years.

[Esteban growls]

[Alba] The government was trying
to regain the initiative

by hitting the opposition
where it hurt the most.

Those sons of b*tches!

[breathing heavily]

[intense music playing]

f*cking Communists!

[Alba] My grandfather traveled all day
without stopping, without help,

and without any concrete plan in mind.

[intense music continues]

[Esteban grunts]

You sons of b*tches!

[g*n c*ck]

[g*n c*ck]

-[man 1] Take it easy, old man.
-[man 2] Easy, comrade.

[man 1] Give me that.

You know I'm not your comrade.

I'm your patron
and the owner of this farm!

No, no, sir.

You are trespassing on land
that now belongs to us, the farm workers.

[Raquel] Alba.

I'm so glad you're here.

-What's wrong?
-Look at this.

The senator went crazy
when he read this notice.

He stormed out like a madman, armed.

And I didn't know what to do.

I actually told Miss Blanca,
but I guess she didn't want to hear it.

[Alba] Aren't you gonna do anything?

Stay out of it.
That's your grandpa's business, honey.

We have to stop him
before he goes crazy, Mom.

Mom, please look at me.

Mom!

What?

We need you, Mom.

This is what matters. Can't you see?

The old man threatened people at Las
Tres Marías with a r*fle and a handgun.

-They won't let him go.
-I told you.

Good thing he didn't sh**t anyone.

Good thing he didn't get shot.

Aren't you friends with the president?

Maybe he can do something.

[scoffs]

Don't you watch the news?

The president has more pressing
matters to worry about.

I'm not bothering him with this.

What about Pedro Garcia?

-Pedro?
-[Alba] Yes.

The land workers admire him, Mom.
They'll listen to him.

I… [scoffs]

But I can't go beg for a favor like this.
I haven't spoken to him in a long time.

I'll call Pedro.

Do you have the number
for the Ministry of Agriculture?

[Blanca] No. Wait.

All right, you win.

I'll come along.

But please, give me a minute.

[intense music playing]

[telephone ringing in distance]

Excuse me. I'm sorry, Minister.

Uh, someone's…

Thank you, Loretto.

[Loretto] Excuse me.

[door closes]

Hello, Pedro.

Hello, Alba.

Sorry for coming like this.

No, don't worry.

What can I do for you, ladies?

Can you help us?

My father is being held hostage
in Las Tres Marías,

and they refuse to let him go.

And why would I do anything for him?

I imagine he probably bullied people
and mistreated innocent tenants.

You're probably right.

Pedro, please do something
to sort this out.

The occupation is legal. I'm sorry.

I'm not here for myself!

I came here because
our daughter begged me to.

What?

I don't understand.

It's true.

[slow instrumental music playing]

That was the worst way
to tell her, Blanca!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Now she's angry and defensive about it.

We've talked about this for so long,
so long, you just blurt it out.

I can't believe you did that!
That's not the way to talk to her!

[continues indistinctly]

[Tercero] I don't even know
what to say to her.

-Well, you wanted to tell her.
-Not like this.

-All right, I messed up.
-Blanca.

What do we do?

[conversation continues indistinctly]

May I?

[inhales]

I don't have a real explanation.

I only have excuses.

I've spent my whole life fighting against
the injustices of the world, but I…

I've been unjust by not fighting
for the ones that I love most.

Maybe I…

feel like I don't deserve you.

As a child, they made me believe that.

That someone like me
doesn't deserve happiness

with anyone who wasn't
from the same class.

Don't be hard on your mom.

She suffered much more
than I 'cause of this situation.

[gentle instrumental music continues]

Who's out there?

Has it been so many years
that you don't remember my face, Jorge?

Pedro Garcia.

It's been too long, my friend.

[Tercero chuckles]

You look different in that suit,
all dressed up.

No, I'm still the same man.

Somewhat older, maybe.

Well, that happens to all of us.

Take us to Trueba.

-Hi, Jorge. How are you?
-Miss Alba.

Good to see you.

Jorge.

Donna Blanca.

It's been a long time.

Yes, a long time. Please come in.

-Go ahead.
-Thank you.

How have you been?

Good, good. Fine.

Well, until your, uh, until your father
arrived, armed and furious.

I want to see him.

Look, I don't want to be rude
or distrustful,

but only Pedro can come in with me.

[Alba] Why?

Because he's the authority.

So if you'd be so kind
as to wait here, please, uh,

can you take care of Miss Alba
and Donna Blanca?

-Thank you.
-Good day, everyone.

-Good day.
-He wants to speak with Trueba.

-[man] How are you?
-Fine.

-A glass of wine?
-Please.

Thank you.

Can't deny, the old man has good taste.

Yeah, that's good.

Let's go, Pedro.

-I'm keeping it.
-Go ahead.

[door opens and closes]

You are not welcome on these lands.

But they're no longer your land, Senator.

You should have stayed in the city.

I raised this land up from ruins
to make it what it is today.

What did you expect me to do?
Give it away?

[Tercero chuckles]

You could have put yourself through what
you've imposed on all of us for so long,

and submissively accepted your defeat.

This is not a defeat, Garcia.

This, sir, is nothing but theft.

Take it however you want,

but this is a law of the republic

under a democratic government,
and we'll make you comply.

How do you plan to maintain this land?

The same way that you've
governed all of these years?

We peasants know how
to make the land yield.

You may know how to make it yield,
but not to manage it.

We know how to organize
and whether you like it or not,

we're going to transform
conditions in rural places.

You hear me?

Over my dead body, Minister.

That would be much easier for me.

Trust me.

Come with me.

Why?

Because my daughter begged me to.

-Your daughter?
-Mm-hmm.

You can go to hell.

Fine.

That's the fate of us all,

but you're coming with me, too.

[birds chirping]

Why did you keep me
in the dark all this time?

Because I thought it would be better
for you to have a dead dad

than an absent one.

Well, that's not your decision.

I did everything wrong.

And I can't repair it now.

Alba.

I don't want to lose you.

That could never happen, Mom.

Careful.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

Please stand up straight.

-The press is here.
-[camera flashing]

[reporter 1] Senator, a few words
for the country, please.

Sir, what does your family
think about what's happening?

I have nothing to comment on.

Was this your fault, Senator?

Absolutely nothing to say.

No comment, Senator?

Watch out for the rock.

I earnestly ask that you show
respect for my family.

The only thing I'm going to say
is that this land belongs to me,

and I will not accept it
being confiscated by the state.

[news anchor] In a confusing episode,
Senator Trueba was released

after his large farm,
Las Tres Marías, was expropriated.

[laughs] He's got some ba*ls, huh?

I respect that.

Too bad he picked the wrong side.

…refused to go into further detail
on the situation

when questioned by reporters
from our state--

Wasn't it a bit much to change
your last name from Trueba to del Valle?

[chuckles]

You start, Mr. President.

-[typewriter clacking]
-[Alba] Have you heard?

Yep. They let the old man go.

No.

I mean, did you know?

Know what?

That Pedro Garcia is my father.

They told you.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

Well, it… wasn't my place.

And what do I do?

Do I call him my dad?

Come.

[Alba sniffles]

Take advantage of it.

Use the chance to get to know him.

Pedro is a great man.

Let's just get one thing clear.

-You're not getting rid of me.
-[both chuckle]

You'll always be like
a father figure for me.

I know.

You traitor!
How come you never told me anything?

You idiot.

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[gentle instrumental music playing]

Blanca, I thought…

[exhilarating instrumental music playing]

[buzzer sounds]

-Hello.
-Doctor.

{\an8}Countess.

{\an8}We saw you on TV, with your grandfather.

Don't act shocked
if they look at you funny in here.

They believe you're spying on us.

Just leave it there, Doctor.
Don't worry.

[Jaime] We brought some things.

[exhales]

Hey, and your extremist revolutionary
boyfriend, he's not gonna come say hi?

Just help me.

-You should put these in the truck.
-Okay.

Thank you.

I can't stop thinking about all the things
I missed by not living with him.

Focus on the positive.

You got your dad back.

I got back the truth.

But I don't know how to build
a connection with him, nor he with me.

Relax.

Be patient.

Staying busy will do you good.

No, the gasoline isn't for the public.

It's cold.
They need it for eating and cooking.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But Ana takes care of these things.

Leave them. Pretend you didn't see them.

But why?

Because they're for other things.

What things?

Miguel, don't treat me like a child.

Baby, this can't last much longer.

We need to arm ourselves
for the next phase of this w*r.

But you said we wouldn't need weapons.

Alba, this is getting serious

and it will keep getting worse.

We have to be armed, no matter what.

[Alba] Miguel wasn't wrong,

but even he didn't imagine
the real scale of what was coming.

We'll never get them out
if we stick to legal channels.

Not with blockades,
not with supply shortages,

and definitely not by
demanding impeachment.

Now…

we have the green light
from the Americans.

We have full support from the Navy.

The question is

if the Army and the Air Force will stop
acting like sissies.

If that happens,

all the people at this table
need to decide is when and how.

Now,

everyone in this country knows
a military coup is the only option.

[intense music playing]

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

[woman] May I talk
to Dr. Del Valle, please?

Yes, I'll get him.

[Jaime] This is Dr. Del Valle.

-Alba, hang up.
-Sure. Yeah.

Hang up, Alba.

All right.

See you later.

[Alba] Who was that?

Oh, no one important.

-I'm leaving.
-To the hospital?

Yes, I'm really late.

-I need a ride to the supply center.
-[Blanca] Did you hear?

They're saying the Navy is rebelling.

Please don't go out.

Is it an attempted coup?

No. No, I don't know much.

So what do you know?

Listen, it's best if you stay here
until things clear up a bit.

No. What about you?

Yes, please don't go out.
We don't know what's happening.

-I have to go to work.
-No, stay!

Hey, don't worry about it.

Physicians are scarce. They all need us.

-Bye.
-Don't do anything stupid, okay?

[Alba] Take care of yourself.

Sure.

[telephone ringing]

-Hello?
-[man] Alba! Thank God you picked up.

Miguel, where are you?

Listen carefully to what
I'm gonna tell you. I can't talk long.

Don't tell anyone about me, Alba.
No one.

Destroy the address books
and anything that can connect you to me.

No, no, no! Stop it!

Don't look for me or wait for me.

No, no! Miguel, listen to me.
We should go together.

It's better that you don't know anything.

I love you, Alba.
Never forget that.

[intense music playing]

[news anchor] Despite the warning
from the armed forces

about the imminent bombing,

President Acevedo refused to leave
the government palace.

That traitor was a coward.

Now they're going to pay.

They'll pay for everything.

…in the National Ward right now.

When he was informed of the navy's mutiny,

Acevedo hurried to La Moneda Palace
at 7:30 in the morning,

which was guarded by police officers
and other loyalists.

We're not going to celebrate
the death of the president

nor anybody else in this house,
am I clear?

Mom…

tell me this isn't happening.

[Alba sobbing]

Have you heard from Pedro?

-Now everyone knows…
-No.

…who they're messing with.

Shut it!

And Jaime, is he back?

[Blanca] Jaime…

I'm calling the hospital.

Alba…

it's a good thing.

Alba! This is good!

[news anchor] Forty five minutes later,
the military operation

to seize the government palace
moved forward by land.

Around 11:00 in the morning,

President Acevedo delivered
a final message to the country,

stating his division
not to abandon the presidential palace.

[Alba] My grandfather wasn't
the only one celebrating the coup.

For many, it was a return to order,

but no one could know what was being
planned behind closed doors.

The military wanted to change history

by erasing everything
the regime disapproved of.

[indistinct chatter]

The files, sir.

Let me know if you need anything else.

Aggravated as*ault,

misconduct while on duty.

Excessive violence and use of force.

You show a marked tendency
toward controlled aggression

as a way to dominate complex situations.

Considering all this,

why do you think
you could be a useful asset

for the secret police,

Garcia?

You need agents who aren't timid and meek.

And I obey without question.

[dark music playing]

[dark intense music playing]